My Bloody Valentine - 58

After getting off the elevator, I didn’t encounter anyone while walking down the 15th floor hallway. There were only a few large rooms here, so it was understandable that no one was around past 5am.

Walking on the carpet that absorbed all my footsteps, Han arrived in front of Taeshin’s room door. This teal-colored door always made him tense, even though he had been here before. Every time he came, he felt like a sacrificial offering standing in front of a tiger’s den.

But today he was especially nervous, because in one pocket of his pants was a wiretapping device to install in Taeshin’s room.

There were CCTVs installed by the hotel in the hallway, but there was also a small camera above his door.

Whether he saw me through that or because I was the only one coming at this hour, as soon as I rang the bell, the lock clicked open and the door swung inwards.

Han pushed open the heavy-feeling door and entered. Taeshin was perched at his desk, talking on the phone with someone.

He gave a slight nod towards Han who had slowly entered, signaling him to sit on the sofa, and continued his phone conversation while facing the window.

Even Han, who had no interest in politics, recognized the names of some lawmakers that were repeatedly mentioned. Perhaps Woo-shin wanted this device installed to hear conversations like this.

During the call, Taeshin kept glancing over at Han, sitting quietly in the corner like a potted plant. Unlike the face consumed by despair and frustration he usually had when with Han, today there seemed to be only slight tension and fear.

When Taeshin narrowed his eyes and looked at him, Han felt like he was being seen through, so he quickly turned his head to hide his face.

Soon after ending the call, Taeshin wordlessly began unbuttoning his shirt and headed towards the bathroom. The curves of his triangular back, riddled with scars big and small, were exposed. He tossed his removed clothes onto the sofa and went into the bathroom.

Han strained his ears towards the bathroom. The sounds of the rain outside and the water inside mingled together like stereo speakers.

Slowly rising from his seat, Han crept towards Taeshin’s desk like a thief, lifting his heels with each step. The plastic in his clenched fist dug painfully into his palm.

He couldn’t help glancing around, then took the device from his pocket, peeled off the adhesive film, and stuck it under the desk’s surface. He made sure to put the peeled film pieces back into his pocket.

A long time passed before Taeshin emerged from the bathroom wearing just a shower gown, by which point Han had returned to the sofa.

Heavy raindrops were now hitting the floor-to-ceiling window. Taeshin watched the streaking rainwater with a displeased look for a moment, then approached Han and pulled him into an embrace.

After laying Han on the bed, Taeshin took off his gown and lay down behind him, pulling Han’s body in close. It was the opposite of their usual. Taeshin was completely nude while Han was fully clothed.

Han’s body fit perfectly into Taeshin’s embrace. He was so thin it was doubtful he ate properly, but his lack of muscle gave him a soft plushness, and residual fever made his skin warm.

Han tensed at the feeling of Taeshin’s body pressed against his back, especially the thick bulge of his genitals against his buttocks.

Yet for a long while, Taeshin made no move to undress Han or touch any sensitive areas, simply hugging him like a teddy bear with his face buried in Han’s hair.

“Not…not doing it…?”

Eventually, Han spoke up first. If he was going to be beaten, he wanted to get it over with.

“Tired.”

But Taeshin seemed to just want to sleep like this.

“If you really want to, we can do it.”

“No, no!”

Taeshin let out a low chuckle that vibrated against Han’s back. Then he buried his face in Han’s hair again, seeming to drift off to sleep.

Except for the quiet breathing of the two people, the room was silent. With all the lights off, the only source of illumination was a small lamp on the side table. The warm light from the bulb was filtered through the white lamp shade, casting a soft glow around the room.

Han rolled his eyes around anxiously. If the wiretapping device he installed was discovered, he would likely be terminated, if not worse. But Taeshin showed no signs of noticing anything amiss.

Han was so focused on acting naturally and unsuspiciously that he couldn’t even remember how he normally behaved in these situations.

How did I usually act in moments like this? Did I push him away? Or did I vehemently struggle and refuse?

Then, a soft sigh came from behind Han’s back. Taeshin tapped Han’s head with his fingers.

“It’s too noisy for me to sleep. Because of the sound of your head rolling around.”

“…!”

Taeshin rolled Han over to face him. Han’s eyes couldn’t meet his gaze and trembled.

In a languid voice, Taeshin asked, “What did you do?”

“Wh-what do you mean, what did I do?”

“…..”

Taeshin silently studied Han’s face.

Han’s chest and shoulders rose and fell heavily with each rapid breath, making him look almost pitiable. He had no talent for lying and wasn’t the type to brazenly act unashamed. His conscience was uselessly delicate.

“I…I didn’t do anything…”

Watching Han with narrowed eyes, Taeshin let out a sigh-like laugh.

“It doesn’t matter.”

It didn’t matter what Han did. Even if Han tried to stab him with a knife instead of just lying, Taeshin felt he could just find it cute and laugh. He might even willingly let Han stab him.

As soon as he imagined Han pointing a knife at him, heat pooled heavily below his waist. Feeling the rapid swelling, a flustered look crossed Han’s face. Without taking his eyes off that expression, Taeshin slowly began undressing Han.

Han frantically placed his palms on Taeshin’s chest, seeming to try to push him away, but with little force.

“I said, not doing it…!”

“You provoked me.”

“When did I?!”

Taeshin quickly stripped off Han’s clothes and straddled him. Their feverishly aroused naked bodies were already pressed together.

“Nngh…”

As he put his full weight down and lay flat, a strangled moan escaped from Han beneath him.

Taeshin pressed his forehead to Han’s, then blatantly ground his hips, rubbing their lower bodies together. His rock-hard erection, like a thermos bottle covered in soft, supple leather, ruthlessly rubbed against Han’s groin.

“Ah! It hurts…”

Han started to cry out in pain but seemed to catch himself, clamping his mouth shut. With a determined look, he bit his lip hard and gripped the bedsheets.

“Why did you stop talking?”

“Mmph… Nngh…”

As if trying to draw out the moans Han was stifling, Taeshin moved even more cruelly. Han’s delicate skin was pressed under the bulbous head and scratched by the coarse pubic hair.

Watching Han thrash his arms and legs wildly, seemingly fully recovered from the feverish illness that had afflicted him overnight, Taeshin hugged the body he had directly abused and healed with satisfaction.

He didn’t particularly care for tattoos, but wondered if he should someday engrave his name somewhere on this body. Han would surely sob uncontrollably with each prick of the needle.

Imagining Han with his name inked below those straight collarbones, Taeshin’s already massively erect member twitched and jerked through the air. He could no longer hold back. Bracing himself with his arms beside Han’s face, Taeshin said:

“Sit on my face.”

“…What?”

For a moment thinking he had misheard, Han asked again with a dumbfounded expression.

“I said sit on my face.”

“…?”

The noun ‘face’ and the verb ‘to sit’ didn’t seem like words that should go together in a sentence. Still seeming not to understand the meaning, Han opened his eyes wide. Soon after, his gaze met Taeshin’s.

“…!”

Realizing Taeshin was deadly serious, Han’s face drained of color. With a look of utter dismay, he began desperately trying to scramble away from underneath Taeshin.

To sit on his face – Han couldn’t even fathom what depraved act Taeshin was trying to do.

As Han tried crawling on all fours to get off the bed, Taeshin firmly gripped his waist with both hands. He then dragged Han back and made him straddle his face.

“Hyaaah!”

Han was positioned facing Taeshin’s lower body. The outline of Taeshin’s prominent nose bridge pressed against Han’s most delicate area.

Han let out a scream-like cry and went limp. The existence of the wiretapping device recording everything was completely forgotten. This was one of the most humiliating things he had ever experienced.

Bracing with his knees and thighs on the mattress, Han tried with all his might to push himself up. But Taeshin’s hands gripped Han’s thighs, forcing him back down to smother his face.

“Owwww!”

His perineum was jabbed right onto the bridge of Taeshin’s upturned nose. Then Taeshin opened wide and began sucking Han’s scrotum into his mouth.

He used his tongue to press and roll the two round testicles inside the sac. It felt like Han’s entire shrunken body was being sucked into Taeshin’s mouth. The strength left not just his legs, but his arms braced on the mattress too.

“Huhhh…”

After diligently sucking and playing with Han’s balls for a while like a nursing infant, Taeshin shifted Han’s body slightly forward. The soft perineum brushed against his lips.

Taeshin used his front teeth to graze and lightly bite into the plump perineum. Han convulsed again, collapsing forward onto Taeshin’s legs.

“Aahh, mmmpphh… St-stop it!”

Reaching down, Taeshin caressed Han’s ear, lying across his thighs. He gently stroked the floppy earlobe and pointed tip, then roughly gripped the back of Han’s head and pushed it down.

Immediately, Taeshin’s upright erection was shoved right in front of Han’s face between his spread legs.